Fight of Our Lives AU

Chapter Fifteen

Running through the woods.
Red eyes watching from afar.

Could they escape its glare?

The darkness. Does the red eyes hide in.

They ran with their chest heaving. Their heart panicking.
Blue eyes reduced into little beady dots, as they feared.
Their fur standing on its end. Goosebumps sent throughout their arms.

Will they be free? From its glare?

Screams of no's. The poor one panicked.
Streams and rivers crying.

Close your eyes. Won't see it.

But does the darkness hide the darkness's red eyes?

Oh did they weep with their tears?
Oh did they panted with their legs tiring?
Oh did they ran in fear with their eyes seeing?

Will they be free? From its glare?

They ran through the dark woods.
Light would break through.
Hope would be handed.
Then turn gray.
Hope was staggered.
Then turn darkness.
Hope was crushed.

Help me.

Help them?

Wake me from this nightmare.

Then it would appeared.

The embodiment of Death.
A black figure. Black as a endless void.
Wore a white cloak. White as snow. And under the cloak.
Oh did the red eyes silently stared back.
Red as blood.

They cried as they felt their legs stop. Their arms forced to their side.
The inability to move. Tail tucked between their legs.

Death walked gracefully towards them. Hand placed on their chin. Red eyes pierced through their soul.

Help me.

Please leave me.

Help me.

Oh had they cried?

Hope staggering as they wished for their friend to hear their pleads.

Break out into reality.

Save them.

Save me.

Save me from this nightmare.

They cried. They waited. They frozen.

Will they be free? From its glare?

Save them?
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The red eyes belonged to Death. Tormention. Struck in one place.

Screams and begs. For someone to save them.

Where was pdl?

(--=--)

Omar shot their eyes opened and sat up in a bolt of lightning. Tears rolling down their soft cheeks and sweat down on their head and chest. Their hands clammy and chest panting fast. The furry curled up, pulling their legs up to their white chest. Omar's ears were flattened down and tail curled in fright. Their eyes shot widened and puffy of red.

They woke in a blanket of darkness. Omar whimpered to what they had experienced in the tormenting nightmare. Their eyes scanned nervously around the room. The dark shadowed shapes of the drawers and desk made them nervous. Little and big shapes. The pending feat that red eyes will appear. It will appear. Then their eyes fell over to the next bed besides theirs.

Soft snores and luscious black hair everywhere.

A peaceful pdl.

How?